While I fought the dragon
She flirted with some knights
Who much preferred such romance
To the messiness of fights
And when my beast was vanquished
I turned to her with pride
Only to discover
Her now somebodies bride.
To the victor goes the spoils
But not it seems to me
Sometimes he who toils
Gains no victory
The battle for her heart
Was not won by honour
And anyway her heart
Was not worth the bother
Should the same occur again
I have a plan quite wizzard
Next time I’ll just slay the bitch
And court the giant lizard!
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Author:
Jabberwocky (
Offline) - Published: May 21st, 2021 06:47
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Comments1
Good one J, and thank you for my first laugh of the day.
Andy
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